Sometimes I worry about the contents of my brain. This story idea came to me one night as I was changing into my PJs. I ran it by my husband, who barely cracked a smile. Undeterred by his lack of amusement, I laughed and laughed at the concept until I fell asleep in my ‘married for 18 years’ underwear.
If you need a laugh, read my article about ‘The five stages of underwear in marriage’ over at The Sydney Morning Herald. There’s even a couple of experts who comment on the intriguing topic!